Saturday, February 14, 2015

Author Roland Yeomans + Giveaway

Celebrate Valentine's Day by showing some love for an Indie author and by participating in the blog hop hosted by Book R3vi3ws.Meet or get reacquainted with indie authorRoland Yeomans.

His books are adventurous, philosophical, and exotic. Native American wisdom and folklore play a major role. His main characters are, above all, Human, no matter what else they are.Samuel McCord, Texas ranger and undead; Victor Standish, son of the Angel of Death; Alice Wentworth,the Victorian Ghoul; Hibbs, the Bear with Two Shadows; Wolf Howl, the Last Shaman…
Historical figures often make appearances. Among them are Samuel Clemens (aka Mark Twain) and Nikola Tesla, the fabled inventor, and even Marlene Dietrich, the German movie star.Their stories take place in the same universe, in which New Orleans is a magical centre, but their quests take them from New Zealand to Egypt, to the Badlands, and more. The novels are written in such a way that there is no need to read them chronologically; there’s enough in each of them to give a good idea of who the characters are and of the setting, and thus enjoy them separately.

The Legend of Victor StandishI studied the rough people in the bus seats around me. Not one Mother Theresa among them. They were all predators. The night made them only more dangerous. The caveman in each of us climbs closer to the surface during the night, for the moon sings to him, and the cold emptiness between the stars speaks his language. To that savage self, evil can look lovely in too little light.

French Quarter NocturneMeilori’s shade danced open-armed in front of me.
What does love look like? What is its color? A white flash of fright. A billowing wave of warmth, its reach beyond the microscope and further than the length of hope. Is it a jewel sparkling in the night? Or a whisper murmuring within the corridors of the heart?
Once more Meilori danced across the velvet grass, her empty arms beckoning to me. Her soft voice carried like a specter in the dark. Her words brushed by me and into my soul.
“Beloved, one last dance."

Her Bones are in the BadlandsIt’s enough to be in stark places like the Badlands of South Dakota, to be alone a while in a place where all I can hear is the lonely wind blowing, where all I can see is the earth stretching all around me into the far distant mountains. I look up into the wide embrace of the endless night. Life sings to me again, and I know I am not lost.

Return of the Last ShamanThe night had strung death like beads along the thread of its hours."
"The blue of this anemic dawn was a visual silence. Yet, the ravaged face of the moon still dimly hung in the awakening sky like the mockery of childhood dreams. I could touch neither the moon nor those long ago dreams so I turned to the other half of my heart.

The Stars Bleed at MidnightI suspect each of us rode toward a different shrine, the same only in name. For the destination men name is only the destination of surface.

Death in the House of LifeIn this wilderness there was no greed, no vanity, no hypocrisy. Only a lasting throb of green growth. And the eternal quiet. I always knew that this was the way I would go. A knife or a gun in hand, my teeth bared at the enemy like an old wolf falling away into the endless void, defiant and fighting to the end.

Enter the giveaway to win a 20$ Amazon gift card - first place, or an audiobook of "Death in the House of Life," - second place.Eternal evil never looked so beautiful.
Before Indiana Jones… Before Allan Quartermain... There was... Samuel McCord.
Join the cursed Texican as he clashes with the last survivor of an extinct species in the Missouri of 1848. He communes with the Spirit of the Earth in the Hawaii of 1866. He is betrayed into the hands of the British government in 1895 Cairo. Thrill to his escapes from ancient death traps in the ruins of the lost city of Tanis. Match wits with him as he duels grey aliens and seeks to decipher the mysteries left behind by the aliens who were the basis for the gods of Ancient Egypt.
As he seeks to save the world and his marriage from the monster that is the eternal beauty, Meilori Shinseen, the Empress of a race from beyond the stars... and his wife.
Doc Savage had no wilder crew to back him up than does Samuel McCord - Mark Twain… Oscar Wilde… The genius Nikola Tesla… The undead Ada Byron, creator of the first computer language in the 1840's. And the incomparable She Who Devours, the model for the Sphinx… Empress Meilori Shinseen… McCord's beloved wife. And the probable Destroyer of our world.

Contest is open internationally, where applicable by law.
Entries close at 11:59pm EST Feb 20/15.
Winners will be announced Feb 23/15.

52 comments:

Thanks, Vesper, for spotlighting my books! What a neat Valentine's Day gift! Sam McCord tips his Stetson your way, and Alice Wentworth blows you a kiss (always smart to stay on the good side of a ghoul!)

Thanks for this chance. He is new to me.I love the French Quarter cover.I hope you get to visit me and enter my giveaway.http://dogsmomvisits.blogspot.com/2015/02/spread-some-indie-love-book-blog-hop.html

Great post. The Legend of Victor Standish has been on my TBR list for a while now. Guess it's time I moved it up. Good thing I already have a copy waiting for me. Another great addition to this cool hop.

Hi! For my one fact over heeeere, I was terrified of escalators in middle school. I'd never seen one before (we didn't exactly have multi-floor stores in my area of the state, and this was a larger mall at the state's capital). I think I was afraid of it sucking me under at the end, like if it caught my shoestrings. People got a good laugh at me standing there refusing to go down the escalator. Looking back, it's super embarrassing.

In Search of Lost Time

A Member of the Shameless Lions Writing Circle

He leaped at me
from the faded tiles of
Ishtar's procession.
His claws sank deep
into my flesh,
the dust of all illusions upon us.
"What seek you?" he rumbled. "The brilliance
is gone,
the gold is ashes."
"One named Alexander," I said.
"He was once a god."

My Heart Only

In the orchard of pink grapefruit, I walk.
What gleams, what sparkles, so lively, so slyly,
In the hot well of this darkness?
No stars in the high, no glow worms in my skirts.
Only your eyes, your glare of sapphire.
Your mighty roar echoes for me alone,
Sweet and bitter.
Do not devour me, lion of my heart.
Let us sacrifice this ripe grapefruit.